by Geist, Sean
“Hah, Hah!” I said, my words dripping with sarcasm. “I meant, kissed romantically, like you would your husband or boyfriend.”
“That's not what you asked, honey,” my wife said. I love her to death, but I wasn't conceding the point.
“So, you really want to play that way?” I said. No one did. We all agreed to allow clarifications to the answer, and details, otherwise it wasn't going to be any fun, and that is what was important. The fun.
Linda quickly changed her answer to no, followed by my wife and cousin. We all turned to Crystal who hadn't answered. She looked so at peace, lying on the floor enjoying José's back rub, her red-hair appeared to be on fire in the flickering light.
“Yes, I have,” she said in a quiet voice, her eyes closed as if remembering that moment.
“Details,” José said.
“Do I have to?”
“If you want me to keep rubbing your back, yes.”
“Okay, I've kissed lots of girls, plenty of girls. I like it. I also like kissing guys. I like them both.”
“You win the question, hands down,” I said. “You're turn to ask.”
Crystal turned her head toward the couch and started to think out loud. “Let's see. I don't really care if any of you guys ever kissed a dude. But actually, I have an question that we all might have fun with. Was there anyone at the party tonight that - “ she paused for effect, “you wanted to fuck -”
“Yes,” Linda, Ted, Jennifer and myself said, almost at the same time.
“Hey, you didn't let me finish. Anyone you wanted to fuck, besides your spouse.”
That was an intriguing question. Ted and Linda both said no again. Soon to be parents probably aren't looking to sleep around. I'd like to know what his answer would be seven or eight months from now.
I looked at my wife. “You go first, darling,” she said. Her long hair black hair shimmered in the candle light, her normally soft grey eyes were gunmetal in the flickering glow. She was the perfect woman to me. Strong and beautiful, smart and sexy.
“At the party, right?” I said, to Crystal.
“Ha, ha,” my wife said.
“Yes, at the party,”
“Okay, my answer is, no.”
“At the party, funny man.” my wife said. “My answer is -” she paused and looked at me. Her eyes piercing me. I swore she was going to say yes. I was only joking, there were no other women I seriously wanted to fuck. I knew at least one other man my wife would be interested in, if I wasn't in the picture. Would she reveal that to our friends?
“No, no one at the party I want to fuck.”
“Besides me, right?” I said.
“Besides you,” Jen added more as an after thought. I could tell by the crooked smile that formed on her face she was just busting my balls. If your spouse can't tease you – then you're just sad.
José answer no, as did Anne-Marie. But, looking at the way she had been looking at Jason earlier in the evening, I'd say she was lying.
So far this question was turing out to be a dud. Maybe it was too direct.
But then, Jason said yes and everyone perked up.
“Who?” Crystal said, asking the question we all wanted answered.
“Do I have to answer?”
“Yes.”
“I'll only say, it's someone in this room.”
“Now, you really have to answer,” Anne-Marie said. I was not positive my cousin had lied earlier.
Jason wouldn't give any more details, and I didn't blame him. Of course the two unattached girls wanted to know. In the end we let him slide, even as he was getting to ask the next question.
“How many lovers have you had, present company included?”
“Ten,” Linda said first. She seemed to like this game, blaring out quick answers. From what my wife told me about their early college years, I wasn't too shocked by the answer, and from the look on Ted's face, neither was he.
“Five,” Ted said. His wife, on the other hand, did look surprised, but she didn't say anything. I figured she'd be asking some follow-up questions of her own in private.
My cousin said, “six.”
José said, “Fifteen or twenty, I'm not sure.” We all had a little laugh.
“Three,” I said. Everyone but my wife and José seemed shocked at how low it was. I wasn't much of a player in my younger days.
Jennifer said “I've also had six sex partners.” I did some quick math in my head and the answer agreed with what she'd told me before. At least we both were honest on this question.
It was finally Crystal's turn to answer. “Let's just say, more than twenty.”
“Wow,” I couldn't help but say.
My wife said, “Impressive.”
“Well, I dig boys and girls so I have more options.”
We all agreed.
“Crystal's answer was the most interesting, no doubt,” Jason said, “but I'm giving the next question to Jennifer.”
Six was not an interesting answer, especially when it came with no details. I would have gone with José, but I didn't say anything. It was just a game.
Jennifer asked the reverse of my question. If we'd ever romantically kissed a guy. All the women said yes, the men said no. A dud of a question. My wife picked José to go next.
It was funny, watching my old buddy try to think up a question that would get a provocative response. He stared off into the middle distance, the gears in his head grinding away, while he kept working his hands roughly into Crystal's lower back, causing her to audibly sigh.
Then, in the flickering light I saw his eyes grow big and he immediately looked at me. Oh crap, I thought.
“Okay, gang,” he said, “here's another simple one with a simple yes or no. Who here has ever sucked a guys dick?”
“I have,” Jennifer said, beating her friend as the first one to answer. “And Michael loves it.”
Both Linda and Anne-Marie gave a simple yes answer. It was really getting weird listening to my cousin talk about her sex life. I was learning a lot of new things this evening.
“No, obviously,” Jason said, “not that I haven't been asked a few times.”
Ted also said no.
“How about you Crystal?” José said to the woman purring under his touch.
“Oh, yeah, I've given head. To men and women. It's all good.”
Now everyone looked at me. I immediately said, “no.”
“Well that was another boring question,” Jennifer said.
“I really thought this game was going to be fun,” Linda said.
José kept staring at me, more like glaring. He mouthed the word, 'liar' at me. I knew what he was referring to, why he asked the question. It was something I had never told anyone, not even Jennifer. I guess I would have told her, if she knew to ask.
“Okay, who gets to ask the next question?” Jason said.
“I'm not satisfied with the answers,” José said. He was addressing the group, but looking right at me.
“What the fuck dude,” Jason said, “you're the one who asked the damn question.”
Ted was the one who first noticed José was staring at me. He elbowed his wife, cluing her in on the situation.
I guess I had to confess. I just hoped Jennifer would forgive me, not for what I did, but for not telling her about it sooner.
“For the record,” I said, “I have never sucked a dick.”
Everyone was looking at me now, even Crystal had sat up to pay attention. José just scoffed.
“But I did once. Open my mouth.” It was really hard to spit this out. (all puns intended) “And wrapped my lips. Around. Another guy's penis.”
José chuckled. Crystal just smiled, she didn't really think it was that weird, having faced her own questions about liking to lick pussy. Jennifer stared at me, her eyes wide, her mouth open.
“Uhm, man. You gotta tell us that story,” Jason said.
“It was no big thing,” Everyone laughed like a fourteen year old. I kept right on talking.
“It was my freshman year at college.”
“Everyone experiments freshman year,” Anne-Marie said.
“Thank's cuz, but let me finish. Freshman year, early spring. Last big snowstorm of the year, so we were stuck inside the dorms. Me, José, and William, a couple of girls from the floor below us, and a bottle of Jack Daniels that William's older brother bought us.”
“This sounds like the start of a Penthouse letter,” my wife said with a snicker. I was glad she didn't seem too mad, but then I hadn't got to the scandalous part yet.
“So, we were playing Truth or Dare - “
“Yup, just like a Penthouse letter,” Linda said. My wife gave her a high five.
“Will you guy's let me finish?”
“Eventually,” my wife said. “You have to admit, this is turning out to be the best answer of the night.”
“Yeah, blows everything else out of the water,” Anne-Marie said.
“Et, tu, cuz?' I waited until the giggling and laughing stopped. “Anyway, we were about three fourths of the way through the bottle when I had the bright idea of daring one of the girls to kiss the other one.”
“They did it. We guys whooped it up like the horny teens we mostly were. After we had our show the girl – I think her name was Jane – points at me and says 'Truth or Dare?' I could blame the booze or just a general feeling of invincibility, but instead of picking Truth, like you should after making a particularly embarrassing dare, I chose the opposite. 'Give William head,' she said. I was dumb struck.”
“I really didn't want to let William cum in my mouth, 'I won't do it,' I said. I felt guilty about breaking the rules of the game. José over there saved the day. He came up with a compromise. I just had to let William stick his dick in my mouth for ten seconds.”
“And you did?” Jason said. “Dude, that's -” I thought he was going to say 'gay,' but he didn't. “pretty radical.”
“At the time, it was just embarrassing. There you have it, the one time I've had a dick in my mouth. You all happy?”
“Did you like it?” my cousin asked.
“Like it? No. But it wasn't disgusting. It was just warm and spongy. I don't think William was fully erect. I don't think he liked having his cock in my mouth any more than I did.”
“Anyway. I had the tip and maybe an inch or so of dick. In my mouth. Resting on my tongue. The girls counted down to ten. It was a long fucking count, too. I pulled away and we all had a good laugh. I haven't really talked about it since then, until tonight.”
Now it was my turn to glare at José. “Come on, amigo,” he said to me. “Doesn't it feel good to confess your deep dark secret?”
I looked at Jennifer. She didn't look mad.
“You end up sleeping with this Jane girl?” Crystal asked.
Jennifer smiled and shook her head; she knew.
“No, but I think she was the one who ended up sucking William's dick that night,” José said.
“But it wasn't on a dare,” I said. “She just must have liked the way it looked, when he pulled it out.”
We spent a few more minutes just gabbing. No questions. Just a group of eight people, sitting around the candle light getting to know each other a little bit better. It was a surprisingly fun way to start the new year, or new century, millennium, even if it did turn out to be the beginning of the end.
A little after two o'clock we ran out of things to say. José decided to call it a night and drive home. He wanted to make sure his apartment was still in one piece.
Linda was too tired to drive and Ted was a little too drunk, so we offered to let them stay over. Jennifer insisted the pregnant woman slept in our bed. We'd rough it in the workout room.
Jason, Anne-Marie, and Crystal asked if they could stay, too. We didn't have anymore beds, but we told them they could crash in our living room. We got them some clean linens and extra pillows and left them to it.
Before turning in ourselves, Jennifer and I went around the house and made sure all the light switches had been turned off to avoid any nasty surprises when, or if, the power came back on.
We then pulled out the exercise mats and spread them in the corner opposite the treadmill.
“Not the most comfortable sleeping arraignment,” I said. I laid out two large fluffy pillows along the baseboard.
My wife spread out our double sleeping bag and said, “It's better than the crap I have to deal with during summer camp.”
I didn't whine anymore. I'd never win that battle. Sleeping on two firm but pliant mats with pillows was a five star hotel compared to crawling around in the mud all day, then laying your sleeping gear out over the bare ground, with sticks, grass and small rocks digging into your back all night.
We got undressed – stripped down naked – and got into our make-shift bed. I was sitting up, my back against the wall, my feet spread out before me. Jennifer sat between my legs, her head resting against my chest. My arms were wrapped around her midsection, just below her breasts.
We just sat. Enjoying the quiet of the night in each other's company. I would occasionally grope my wife's breasts or pinch her nipples and elicit a soft moan or sigh.
“You have a good time tonight?” she said.
“Yeah. It was fun. If a little embarrassing.”
“Surprised you never told me that story.”
“You didn't ask.”
“When does a wife ask her husband if he's ever sucked a man's dick before?”
“Can't help you with that one,” I said.
“Would you ever do it again?”
“Only if I met the right man,” I joked and started tickling her. She playfully struggled in my arms.
We rolled around on the mat pretending to wrestle. Sometimes with me on top, sometimes Jennifer. If we weren't just playing, it would mostly be her. While I weigh more, I know she's stronger. She works out more than I do, and she has to keep fit to pass her yearly inspections. I sit in a cubical all day and eat burgers and fries for lunch. I do run occasionally, but I am no match for my wife. Some men would have a problem with that, I don't.
I love her, she loves me. That's how it works.
Our wrestling soon turned to kissing and a little heavy petting. Jennifer's tongue danced across my lips; she smelled of whiskey, our favored drink, and breath mints.
“You've been smoking tonight, haven't you?” I said when Jennifer finally let me up for air.
“Maybe one or two.”
My wife only smoked when we were out drinking. She never bought her own packs, she just bummed smokes off friends.
“So, who did you hit up tonight?”
“Issac let me have one of his earlier and Carl shared one with me a little later, just before he left.”
“I'm sure you needed a smoke after that dirty dancing you were doing.” I felt more comfortable teasing her now that I knew how she really felt about me.
“So you saw that?” she said, sheepishly. “Sorry, I just got a little out of control.”
I pulled her close and looked her in the eyes. “You don't have to be sorry. I'm not mad. And it's not like you were doing anything behind my back.”
Jennifer turned her head away. She couldn't look me in the eyes and I could guess why. She knew she had done something behind my back. She had shared a passionate kiss with another man.
I could see the wheels spinning in her head. Her face took on a slightly anguished look. I didn't want that. I wanted to make love to my wife, not see her hurting, remembering some arbitrary line she crossed earlier in the evening. I decided to come clean myself, take some of the pressure off her.
“I have a confession to make,” she said. Fuck, she beat me to the punch.
“Wait, don't say anything,” I said. “I have a confession of my own.”
She looked at me funny, wondering what the hell it could be. I had her at a disadvantage.
She insisted I let her go first. I told her we could arm wrestle for it. She just laughed.
“No, I really have some
thing to tell you, and it's not that I kissed a girl once.”
I decided to let her go first, since I knew what she was going to say. I told her she had to promise not to get mad at me for what I was going to tell her. She had to think about that for a moment, wondering how bad it could be, but in the end she trusted me enough to know it wasn't going to be the end of the world, even if outside it was – the end of the world.
We both promised not to get mad at each other. It was a new year, time to let old secrets go.
“Okay,” Jennifer said, “You ready?”
“Yeah, I'm ready.” I was waiting for her to tell me about her kiss with Carl, so I could tell her I already knew about it because I saw it happen. Then we could forgive each other and get on to some serious twenty-first century fucking.
“Stay calm...” Jennifer paused, trying to find the right words. “Remember Crystal's question about wanting to fuck someone at the party?”
“Yes. You said no.” I wasn't really sure what she was saying. Was she going to tell me she actually did want to fuck Carl. I wouldn't be surprised.
“Yeah. Well.” she paused again, stalling. “If Keith had been here. The answer would have been different.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was totally blown away. Here I was worried about Carl when it was Keith she really had the hots for. I just looked at her with wide eyes and a closed mouth.
“Come on, say something,” she said. I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head. “Please tell me you're not mad. You promised.”
I did promise and the more surprising thing to me was that I wasn't mad. I was surprised and confused and just a bit aroused by her confession.
“Say something, dammit,” she said, slapping me on the chest. “You're seriously scaring me.”
I finally opened my mouth and said, “Don't know what to say.”
“Telling me you're not mad would be a really great place to start.”
“I'm not mad.”
“Then what are you?”
“I think I'm horny.”
“Fuck, you say?” Now it was Jennifer's turn to be confused.
“Guess now I have two confessions to make to you.”
